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[QUOTE]Originally posted by Dave Hensley
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During the summer we would gather at Jim "Mouse" Knauss' house and wait unitl enough kids showed up to form two teams of at least 6 players per team. Then we walked to the corner lot at Ontario Street and Orchard Park Street, across from the P&C grocery store and the GLF farm supply, tossed the ball around for a few minutes, chose up sides and started to play. No parents, no coaches, no fans. Just kids playing baseball and having the time of our lives. We'd break for lunch and get back together and play until dinner, then come back and play until the street lights came on, the universal signal to head home. I remember riding my bike with my glove dangling off the left handle bar and my bat across the handle bars held in place precariously by my thumbs. How did we learn fundamentals? In the back yard with Dad, or watching the big kids practice at the high school. We knew the lineups of the Yankees, Dodgers and Giants and would assume the persona of one of them. When I pitched, I was Whitey Ford (as were most left handers), when I played first I was Gil Hodges, even though he was a "righty". We didn't have uniforms, but we knew who was on which side. There were no ejections, no swearing, no screaming, no guilt laden lectures. Oh, yeah, I already mentioned that there were no coaches and no parents, didn't I? Bottom line, we had fun, we learned about baseball and we played and played and played baseball. A couple of us played in high school and even college, so it didn't seem to hurt us to not have the "advantages" of Little League.
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